"Well Andrew, it's all arranged," she said comfortably. She was lying on me, with my cock firmly embedded in the tightest, most fabulous pussy in the known universe and probably the Unknown one as well. As I pulled her in to me a few more millimetres with my hands around her fabulous bottom I watched her shudder at the movement.
"What's all arranged, Darling?" I said, comfortable myself. How could you not be comfortable when you're being leisurely fucked by a fabulous woman on a cold day in a warm bed.
She said, "Silly boy, I've arranged for you to have Doris tonight. We're all looking forward to it."
"What do you mean "all" Marjorie? Have you invited the London Symphony Orchestra over to witness what could be like the end of the Universe."
She laughed, "No Andrew, you don't expect to go solo with Auntie Doris, do you?" Besides I've also organised the cameras and the music. Oh, and your little friend Susan. As an entree, as it were. For me. "
I said, "Hold on Marjorie, are you saying you and Susan, a team of cameramen and possibly a string quartet and a Regiment of Lifeguards are going to witness your sister coupling with your son?"
She said, "Hm, just a second Andrew, I'm not very good at two things at the same time, let's finish this one and I'll tell you all about it." With long strokes she finished me off in short time and my white creamy cum spurted out of me deliciously, leaving me gasping. And her, she'd come again during the process.
Still straddling me, she said, "I know you've always fancied Auntie Doris' ass..."
..."and her tits" I interjected. "And will I like her pussy too?," I enquired.
Marjorie said, "Oh yes, Andrew, when we shared a bed when we were kids, her pussy made me delirious when I fucked her." You should never let Marjorie rabbit on; sometimes you hear things you don't necessarily want to hear. Like the longest cock she ever had. It put Dad and me to shame! She went on, "You silly boy, I haven't invited a regiment of the Lifeguards over. Or an orchestra either. Did I tell you that I've already had most of that Regiment. Those that weren't gay, that it. Not many I fear so the score isn't as high as it might be. But the idea of a string quartet sound like a good idea. Maybe Mozart during the main event?"
I said, "You haven't asked me whether I want to fuck Doris, Marjorie."
She replied, "Don't be daft Andrew, everybody wants to fuck your Aunt. I naturally assumed you'd want to as well."
I said, "Well I do, Marjorie, the subject hasn't come up before. And why have you invited Susan over as well?"
She replied, "Well I want someone to play with while you and Doris are fucking your brains out and I think she's cute and would like to be fingered by Auntie Marjorie."
I said, "Or screwed by Auntie Marjorie, more likely." So that's alright then. "Do I need to hire chairs, tables, aperitifs and wine for this event, Marjorie?"
She replied, "all arranged Darling." Oh God...
She told me to go away and have a shower (wash your foreskin Andrew) and wear a good suit. Well, a few hours from the main event; should I go shopping or have a haircut of something? Knowing Marjorie, it'll be an exciting and noisy afternoon. I hear the bell ring and when I opened it, there was Susan. "Hello Sweetie, it's lovely to see you. I just heard that Marjorie has invited you to an evening of seduction, brass bands, aerial circuses and clowns and Doris and I fucking each other."
Susan said, "Perhaps you can fit me in there somewhere too Andrew. I'm running all the cameras and lights tonight so I'll be busy. See you later, I'd better report to Marjorie now." She saluted and went upstairs. As I continued my preparations, I heard cries of ecstasy and orgasms from Susan as obviously Marjorie was "doing her like a dinner." I almost felt envious. So that's the entree.
There was another ring on the bell and I admitted four people two women and two men with their instruments. "Don't tell me, you're the string quartet." They nodded.
"Interesting Gig," said the lead violinist, batting his eyelashes. Where do we practice?"
I sent them on their way, wondering what was coming next. The bell rang again. Of course I was expecting the complete Guard's Regiment or the House of Commons, but it was just a guy delivering a table a few dozen chairs. Just what you need for a quiet seduction. The bell rang again. I sighed as I answered it. A Heavenly host perhaps? No it was the grog for the evening. Well that's a relief, they'll be too pissed to believe what they're seeing!
Now, should I wear a tie? I know a lot of people don't but I like the idea of a tie. I have a few good Lewin double cuffed shirt from London which I picked up in Melbourne. I have the cuff links of course. The Chester Barrie suit seems appropriate until I take it all off in front of any audience, revealing myself in nothing but black fishnet stockings and a suspender belt. Another brilliant idea by my Marjorie. I had an idea. I phoned Doris and asked her if she knew what was going on.
She said, "All I know is that we are going to fuck each other in front of cameras, music, clowns and an invited audience. Oh and I get to fuck Susan somewhere along the line."
I said, that's about all I know Doris, wouldn't it have been easier just have a nookie in your bed privately?"
She replied, "Well Andrew, you know my little sister, I'll probably end up fucking her later as well."
I said, "See you in front of the crowds later Doris, we'll probably be on TV later as well, knowing Marjorie. See you later."
Marjorie had supplied me with a fabulous pair of black fishnet stocking and a lacy black suspender belt. Am I getting into the swing of this, I wonder? But I must admit they make my legs look good, but the effect is spoiled by my cock. I wonder who the "invited guests are?" Doris doesn't seem to know either. It's 5.00pm now, all the suppliers have come and gone, Susan's obviously cumming under Marjorie, by the sound of it. I look an idiot in my stockings under my elegant dress, I'm obviously going to fuck Doris, probably Marjorie and definitely Susan. I wonder if I have to give an interview like they do at the tennis, asking how I feel and were my strokes up to scratch?
A knock on my door. "Ten minutes, Andrew." What the fuck is this? Marjorie comes into the room, pulls town my Chester Barrie trousers, admires my stockings and gives me a blow job.